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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 12 all chapters

- Lunch is a lovely affair in a quaint little trattoria that has been making world class dishes since the turn of the previous century. It seems like every inch of this city is steeped in history. The prices on the menu would blow your whole daily budget on one meal. But the scampi alla Veneziana is out of this world, and you force yourself to eat slowly, and not just inhale the perfectly prepared shrimp and noodles with a delicate lemon olive oil dressing.

John's friend, Julius, is a kind and utterly elegant older man who accepts your presence at the table with kingly grace. They speak in a mixture of Italian and English, the latter you think is for your benefit. John very generously includes you in the conversation, telling Signor Castellari that you are an artist, talking you up to what you feel is an exaggerated degree. Julius asks to see your work, and you let him flip through your new sketch book. Your drawings are a mixture of studies and whimsical travelogue, and it feels like you’re baring a piece of your soul, but he’s so gracious you feel you can’t say no. 

There is more than one sketch of Mr. Wick in those pages you did from memory with an aching heart, but the old man is kind enough not to call you out on it, or even draw John’s attention to it. You think if he did, you would simply crawl under the table and die of embarrassment.  

He exclaims over an ink and watercolor pencil plein air you did in Rome of a sunset over St. Peters with the Sant’Angelo bridge in the foreground, saying it reminds him of a special day when he was a much younger man. You offer to let him keep it, and he seems truly delighted. 

You watch with some surprise as John produces what looks like a razor-sharp knife from seemingly nowhere to carefully cut the page from your book. Julius accepts it like a precious treasure, and you are flattered to your toes.

Then John and Julius chat about older books, and Julius produces a very old looking volume, handing it over for the younger man’s perusal. As he runs his hands over the leather cover John’s eyes shine with an almost childish delight—its utterly adorable.

While they are gushing over the antique tome two intimidating men in dark suits approach the table, fixing John with a hard look. One of them has a gnarly scar bisecting his brow. They say something that sounds none too friendly. You catch the name d’Antonio—but John waves them off with a glare, insisting, “Sono ritrirato.”

You’re pretty sure that means I’m retired.

Julius watches the exchange with a sadness in his eyes you don’t understand.

Finally after some grumbling the tough men go away. John watches them with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and something in the back of your brain titters a little warning. But you’re having too lovely of a time with Signor Castellari, so you ignore it.

When you part ways Julius kisses your cheeks and takes your hands in his. “Be good to him, bella,” he says with a glance to John. “No one I know deserves happiness more than him.” 

You don't want to contradict him about your actual relationship with John, so you just nod.

Later you ask, “Did you tell him we're...”

“No, but even if I told him we weren't, he wouldn't have believed me. Sorry. I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable...”

“It's fine,” you say, not offended in the least.

It’s more than fine.

It's incredibly flattering, really, that he thought the two of you could be a match. You're fairly sure you look like an unsophisticated street urchin next to Mr. John Wick.

“Where would you like to go now?” John asks with a little smile, as though he knows you've been hopelessly turned around for the past two days. You’ve managed to find the big landmarks, like the Piazza San Marco and the Doge’s Palace. It’s the smaller sights that have escaped you.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you suggest, wanting to see the city, and knowing you will finally get to do it unmolested with the forbidding figure of John towering at your side.

You are standing on a bridge, watching gondolas go by, when he asks you, “If I told you I have a reservation at Casa Nova, would you have dinner with me?” 

You press your lips nervously. Lunch is one thing, you know, and dinner something else entirely. Two people alone together in an intimate setting, sharing a meal over candlelight with good wine...the thought sends a thrill to the tips of your fingers that’s so intense it’s almost painful.

 “I don't have anything to wear to a place like that,” you admit. You read about it in a Condé Nast magazine on the plane, and you’re pretty sure it has at least one Michelin star. “I'm backpacking. My dresses are literally all rolled up in a bundle.” 

He chuckles at that, a low sound that tugs at your abdomen. He leans a little closer on the railing, and not for the first time this day you just wish he would kiss you.

“What if...I took you shopping?”

You raise an eyebrow to that. “Are you trying to be my sugar daddy, Mr. Wick?” You mean it as a joke, but suddenly there is something electric in the air between you. John's initial embarrassment sharpens to something almost…predatory.

It catches your breath in your throat. 

“Do you want a sugar daddy, y/n?”

You laugh it off nervously, your heart skittering about in your chest. 

“Very funny.”

You have a feeling he wasn’t joking at all.

However, like a gentleman he lets you have the out, but doesn't drop the shopping offer. 

“Let's go to the Calle Larga,” he says, and out of pure curiosity you agree. 

John's idea of shopping is taking you to Gucci.

The impeccable store is filled with beautifully crafted but honestly kind of boring goods, arbitrarily priced at a thousand dollars or more a piece. John fits in perfectly with the smartly dressed clientele, but you? You feel so incredibly out of place amidst the filthy rich people in the shop, and when you look at the price tag on the only dress you vaguely like you think you might break out in hives.

“John...”

You don't recognize it just yet, but you call him John when you're agitated, and Mr. Wick when you're feeling playful. 

He senses the desperation in that one word, and he takes you by the hand, leading you outside. 

“I'm sorry...” you say, because you feel stupid, and not posh enough by half to pull off any of the clothes in that high-end boutique. You are a bonafide gremlin, compared to the unearthly creatures in there. You do not belong, and maybe you’re a coward, but a part of you wishes John would just let you go back to your own plans for the evening. A long solo walk, a cheap slice of pizza, inevitably get lost in the maze of streets and canals, draw a little or read some of your book, before returning to your hard, lumpy hostel bed alone, where you can’t make a fool of yourself.

“Don't be,” he says with an amused little smile that makes your tide of panic recede a little. “I like it that you know this stuff is bullshit,” he soothes you. 

“I just...it’s so out of my wheel house.” You could have paid nearly four months rent for what that dress had cost.

He nods. “It takes some getting used to,” he admits. “I certainly wasn't born into this.” 

You wonder if he’ll ever tell you about his earlier life, but sense this isn’t the time or place to press him.  

“I just don't want you to spend your hard-earned money on stupid things for me.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t work hard for my money…” he offers with a wan little smile. “But it would make me happy to spend it on you. If it would make you happy.” 

You look at him for a long time. He meets your gaze, not flinching. There’s something different about him here. He’s more…open with you, perhaps? It takes some getting used to. He’d never outright admitted his interest in you before, always circling around it, and you wonder what’s changed.

Maybe not even John Wick is immune to the romantic atmosphere of il bel paese.

“Why are you being so good to me?” 

“I like you, y/n. If you haven't noticed.” The corner of his mouth quirks at that. 

It makes you sigh. 

“I like you too, Mr. Wick.”

He makes a small sound in the back of his throat. 

“You can call me John.”

“But do you want me to call you John?” you tease.

He moves a fraction closer, looming over you, and for a heart stopping moment you think maybe now he might finally kiss you?

“Depends,” he admits, his voice gone a little rough, but he doesn't elaborate further.

You feel as though you have a live electric wire sparking under your skin.  

He steps back a little, and again you feel the loss of him like an ache over your heart. You continue to stroll down the street. You are not entirely sure how your hand ends up in his, only that it is there, and you are content. 

None of the high fashion shops really interest you, until you pass by the window of Dolce and Gabbana, and your feet involuntarily slow as you take in the maximalist riot of glitz and color on the mannequin. You've always admired their wildly bedazzled designs, flaming hearts and candy colored jewels with copious gold embroidered trim. Maybe you’re just a crow-brained peasant who’s impressed by shiny things, but they look so fun.

John smiles a little, as though he’s finally answered some question to himself about you. “Aha,” he says teasingly, and you sigh, restraining yourself from pressing your nose to the window like a child outside a candy store.

“Can we just…look?” 

You are trying to be reasonable. 

“We can.” 

As it turns out, you want one of everything in the store.

It's all so over the top, the designs are so artistic and ridiculous and unabashedly joyful, from bejeweled purses to crown-adorned headphones, loud floral dresses and majolica printed silk scarves, and you fight not to betray which pieces catch your eye because you're afraid John might buy them all.

He is drinking in your enjoyment, looking utterly pleased.

Even just the store itself is utterly breathtaking inside, crystal chandeliers, inlaid marble floors and stone pillars. Gilded crown moulding and inlaid wood trim. You could just sit and look at this place like it’s a museum, you reckon.

John is not looking at the building though. He watches you browse with eyes that miss nothing, and it makes you squirm a little. You feel so seen. You’re not sure you like it, like you’ve been caught in the act of enjoying something that you know is absurd.

You feel absolutely silly.

“Try something on,” he urges you. To be practical, you decide to try on a black lace dress. Just in case you might like it. And a pair of black platform wedges printed with crimson red roses…because you can actually walk in them, so it makes sense, you know...

When you exit the dressing room John's gaze darkens, his pupils blown wide with desire, and once again you sense that predatory edge in him. If you had any sense you might have been scared, or at least cautious—but all it does is give you the most exquisite chills, an aching sense of anticipation, and an excess of moisture pooled between your thighs.

“That one,” he confirms, and for the way he looks at you, like you are a bunny in the woods he'd like to eat up whole, the outrageous price of the ensemble seems like a bargain.

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Bad Teachings (Pt. 7)

Older!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: A little itty bitty smudge of angst, fluff. Miguel into espectator mode. Tiny bit of jealousy if you squint. Relationship buiding, Slow burn, friends to lovers, tiny bit of Nerdy Miguel

Summary: Getting to know Miguel is as rewarding as a double edge weapon.

Special Thanks to my beta readers @tojismommymilkers00 <3

Pt. 8 Masterlist

The warm touch on your shoulder had lingered a second longer as Miguel said his goodbyes to you.

"Try to get some sleep." He'd mumble with a soft nod, "Goodnight, guapa"

"Goodnight, Miguel."

You couldn't help but look at the shelf with a little smile. A rather pleasant surprise to your aching and bleeding self. A flurry of thoughts came to your mind.

What made him apologize? was the biggest of them all, still, all you knew was he had made an effort first, and such a thing as apologizing was clearly meaningful to you. There were no bad dreams that hunted you tonight. ---------

Miguel's eyes drooped in exhaustion, the triumph over your distress made him close his lids and savor the victory for a moment. Apologizing surely was something he had been doing for quite some years, but that didn't mean it had gotten any easier.

Misunderstandings were just another part of his life, and if he deemed them problematic enough, he'd assess them. Some solved themselves most of the time, but again, a new lesson was learned thanks to you. Communication always leads to better places.

He drove home, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. No more nightmares came to plague him. ---- Your morning started on the right foot, you found Hobie and exchanged some pleasantries with him, promising to give a little treat for his support back at his shop. Then went to work.

The job was rather easygoing, another day of making people's dreams come true, another day of taking pictures in the company's studio for you to work your magic later.

Bloomsearch had grown, you'd notice a couple of new people that were part of another team. Fingers crossed your workload would be less. After the pictures were taken, you did a bit of editing until your lunch break came.

It hadn't been five minutes since you started eating your salad when your phone buzzed, nearly choking at the name displaying on your screen. Miguel was calling.

"H-Hello?"

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Not really, I'm on lunch break. Just surprised actually"

"Hm? Ah..." He chuckled and there was a little shuffling on his line, "Yeah figured it was better to just call instead of texting."

"You really hate texting that much?"

"I just forget, and wouldn't want to repeat the little stunt we did"

"Right, uhm-"

"What about at four thirty?"

"Hm?"

"After work, to... Julien's Spells"

You giggled "It's Julien's Potions . But yeah, four thirty sounds perfect"

"Well, ahí nos vemos ."

"What?"

"See ya."

"So rude!"

"That's what it means, guapa." A little chuckle.

"Oh... Yeah you forgot I know a peep about spanish."

"Better get learning then"

"Right, right. Nose vemmos "

You butchered the word, he'd probably be hiding his face in his hand out of cringe, but hey, you were trying. ----

Complaints only piled up, thankfully you weren't in the main campaign teams, but your pictures had to be retaken since the client decided on a different packaging at the last minute.

Your name was called by your immediate boss as you were editing. You followed and he took you and your other teammates to a meeting room. Swallowing the sudden anxiousness that took over, you sat nearby the entrance.

Your boss and another elderly man entered the room. He was tall, salt and pepper hair neatly combed to a side, blue eyes that if you look long enough would find something hidden in them. The man was handsome, but something about him flared your mistrust alarms…

He carried himself arrogantly, the way he regarded you all as he entered the room was a bit frightening honestly.

"This is Julius DeSantis, our new Graphic Arts Division Manager."

"Nice to meet you all. As you may know the company is expanding-"

His voice was deep, some of your teammates couldn't help but ogle him, his white hair kind of reminded you the patches of silvery strands in your father's head, his neat lock shaped beard that encaged a pair of thin yet refined lips, reminded you of the Mall Santa's man true identity.

The meeting was over, a pair of icy blue eyes trailing on you for a brief moment.

Of course the talks of how attractive the man was echoed through your section of cubicles.

The I wouldn't mind him talking down at me , along with more of he's such a dilf! And such straightforward as I'd ride him, made you chuckle at the sudden memory of your classmates saying the exact things about Miguel.

Guys in general were a little known territory for you. Of course you'd had little boyfriends here and there, You had one in your freshman year of college but you'd barely see each other to the point you weren't sure that you were still a thing anymore. And then another in your sophomore year that dropped college to chase a dream in another country.

The only one that had met the little yet honest list of standards you had for a guy so far.

You didn't know if it was the weather getting colder as the year slowly crawled towards its end that made you a bit wistful, or the sudden little changes that added as your life went on. But your mood has certainly improved a little since yesterday.

A little sadness remained in the furthest and darkest corners of the mood shelf, hoping to not be noticed.

Four o'clock ticked and you picked up your things, checked out and went for your car. Nervous fingers dialed a certain geneticist, hesitating for a moment to actually reach back, but how would he know where the place was? Because it wasn't registered on the GPS map yet.

Silly girl.

You dialed, it rang a couple of times before his deep voice erupted from the other line.

" Aló? " (Hello)

"Uh... I will send you the location of the parking lot I'll be in."

"Alright, salgo en cinco." (Coming out in five) "Okay?. Bye"

Your mouth exhaled, but you were proud. Concise and precise.

------

You were the first to arrive, and waited inside your car, a black mini Cooper you had bought in an auction for half the price. A little repairs and restores here and there and it was brand new for you.

You scrolled through social media in the meantime, fetching ideas for your hobbies. A few ideas for your own photoshoots and knitting techniques that surely seemed easier than the current one you were trying

Around twenty minutes later, A red Nissan Pathfinder parked in the opposite row you were. An all too familiar car that made your brain flood with memories you thought buried for good.

Miguel stepped out of his car and looked around but frowned upon not seeing anyone. His lab coat was left abandoned on his passenger seat, he wore an olive green button shirt and a deeper shade of green pants, polished black shoes, of course a belt that always accentuated his waist and to your surprise a pair of sunglasses.

You stepped out of your car as he was calling.

"Hey"

His frowning softened upon seeing you.

"Hola, guapa"

"Ready for a walk?"

"Hm? Thought it was closer"

"It's fine, it's just a couple of blocks away. C'mon."

You gestured for him to follow you. You had gone for a black knitted long sleeved Maxi dress and boots. The belt around your waist only added enough seasoning for your curves to pop out. His eyes fell on your waist and a bit lower just to trail on the road ahead. Your perfume guided him through the streets, a soft yet delicious smell of sweet summer cherries.

He stopped you when you intended to cross a street. Nueva York Streets were always bustling with people. His arm before you, shielded you from any intrusion in your personal space, a new wave of people pushed you further and further away from him. His hand however took a gentle hold of your wrist and pulled you closer.

"Agárrate" (Hold on)

You didn't have to know Spanish on this one to understand that he was instructing you to hold on his arms. Your hand squeezed through his arm and secured it as you kept guiding him through the streets.

You couldn't help but sigh in relief and give a little squeal when you stopped before your little treasure.

"We're here."

Your arm let him go and opened the door for him. The outside layout only allowed him to have a little peek into the bar. It turned clearer as he walked in. A little wind chime echoed, announcing your presence.

Some of the tables were occupied, the assistants glanced briefly before attending their own business. Miguel’s face was sure a treat. His eyes scanned through the place, face contorting in confusion, wonder and of course some resignation.

"Welcome, travelers. Allow me to get you a place." The waiter guided you to a more private stall, away from the people and gave your respective menu charts.

"Thanks."

Pearly painted nails raked over the plastic menu, as he examined his.

"You've been here, what would you recommend?"

"I liked the mango muffin and the red berries cold brew. But they have more elaborate dishes if you're hungry."

You both ordered, he went for the 'Tavern's Special Panini' and a cold iced tea. He had a good appetite.

"How was your day?"

You both chuckled as you spoke in unison.

"Ladies first."

"Right. Nothing new to report except I've got a new division boss. Everyone is... swooning for him."

"How so?"

"A dilf, according to my coworkers"

"And according to you?"

"Uh, sure, attractive, but... ever feel that weird feeling upon meeting someone?"

"It's called anxiety."

You scoff. "Oh trust me, I know about it. And it's more like a "I don't trust him sort of feeling."

"Isn't that a bit prejudiced coming from you?"

"Maybe, but I'm trusting my gut. Besides, sure, older men are something else, but I'm not into that much of an age gap."

He chuckled and leaned on his chair.

You rolled your eyes. "But enough on me. How was yours?"

"The usual, people complain but at least this time we got something done. So, it wasn't that bad."

"Glad to hear so."

After a couple of minutes your food was brought to the table and he didn't waste a single second trying it. You snapped a picture of him after taking the first bite of his panini with a giggle.

"That good, huh?"

"Delete it"

"No. I actually like it."

You showed him the picture and he huffed with a roll of his eyes.

"Can I keep it?"

"No."

"Pleaseee?"

"...Fine." 

You chuckled and saved it. "Thank you" You dug into your muffin, enjoyment plastered all over your face.

"This kind of reminds me of something"

"What exactly?"

His eyes turned a bit serious and your lips pursed. "If it's something embarrassing, I'll share one to make it even."

He seemed to consider for a second and exhaled.

"Dungeons and Dragons..." He breathed.

Your eyes went wide then smirked "I'm sorry but that's the most unexpected thing I've ever heard you say."

"I was young once too."

"And a nerd , apparently."

You chuckled but stifled a laugh as he deadpanned.

"I met Peter there."

"Wait... Peter? As in Mr. Peter B. Parker?!"

"You sound surprised."

"Of course I am! Cause you're totally opposites!"

"And?"

"You played with him? "

"And many others, good kind of fun."

You both went silent.

"That sounded...so very wrong." 

He swatted your head gently and you snorted. 

"My god. This feels like getting classified information from a dangerous source."

He chuckled and continued eating, just like you.

"Please tell me that you have pictures of that."

"No."

"Dammit."

You put a hair strand behind your ear. Conversation slowly spreading through many topics. You'd learn that his favorite color was white, red and blue. That his coffee worked better with the least amount of sugar possible. And that he liked sweet bread, something called 'conchas'. He had a sweet tooth. Flan and Tres Leches are his favorites.

Your eyes came fixed on the little soccer ball keychain attached to his car keys. The edges were faded, some of the enamel had worn out. A little smudged outline of a couple of words you couldn't make out since his large hand covered the resin back.

"I didn't know you were into soccer."

His face turned devoid of all emotion for a moment, muscles rigid, jaw clenched and eyes casted at the keychain.

He knew the trinket and the words on it like the back of his hand, like the algorithm he had been working on.

'Number One Papa!' Scribbled in an infant like penmanship with a sharpie, a too round heart next to the last 'a'.

His eyes turned into something you couldn't exactly pinpoint, but it wasn't good. Hand held the little aluminum thing tighter, his thick and mildly labored breaths made you clear your throat, snapping his attention to you. A chill ran down your spine  but words managed to come out your mouth

"I'd love to try some aerial dance."

As stupid as the comment was, he had turned his gears into a different direction.

"Hm?"

"Or dance."

"What's stopping you?"

"I have the movement of a sessile organism." You pinched your fingers together at 'organism, earning a chuckle from him. Amused at your attempt to be science-y.

"Can't be that bad."

"I was the tree in a school play because I moved like them…"

He had to hold back an ugly snort, harder to contain as your brows scrunched.

"Oh c'mon I shared my embarrassing moment! What's yours?"

He took a moment to recover before he cleared his throat. "I was afraid of horses."

You cocked your head "Oh?"

"That's all I'm saying."

You giggled and nodded. "Alright."

The conversation died as you both finished your meals. The sight of a green smudge on his right cheek had caught your attention for a little too long.

"Uh, you have-" Your hands gesture on your cheek, he touched the wrong one, completely missing your cue.

"Open your hand."

He does and you grab it to point at the green sauced smeared area with his fingertips. Your hand, small and elegant against his.

"Why didn't you just wipe it off?"

"Because I don't know if you like having your personal space invaded."

His eyebrow quivered with a mildly amused grimace.

"We've fucked before and you now worry over personal space?"

You sighed at his bluntness. "Just because we did means it's alright to invade people's personal space."

" Como gustes, supongo " (As you like, I guess)

He shrugs.

"How's the shelf going?"

"Sturdy and holding up as it should. Thanks for helping me with it."

"Not a problem."

You clasp your hands together abruptly. "OK, wanna play something?" "Like?"

"Questions."

"Quite curious you are. Aren't we already playing then?"

"Well, I am meeting new people and trying to make new friends, remember? And now that I actually think about it, I didn't know much about you, until today. But, if you are uncomfortable sharing things, it's fine."

" La curiosidad te va a matar, gatita" (Curiosity will kill you, kitten)

"Again, not a peep on spanish"

"Good."

He smirked and gestured for you to continue, indulging you this once.

"What's something new you have recently learned?"

"Some plants react well to blood."

Okay you definitely weren't expecting that. "Uh... what?"

He laughed silently at your alarmed reaction.

"An experiment back in the lab."

"I'm kinda concerned as to what kind of things you actually do for a living"

"You'd be surprised."

"Why genetics though?"

He shrugs.

"Pays well and basically you're paid to fuck around to find out."

"Yeah, I kinda wanna be a geneticist now."

He chuckles

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Why knitting?"

"It's calming. Even though I can't get a technique right and it's costing me a lot of yarn. Anyways, last book you read?"

"Not a book precisely but more like a long ass report about an upcoming research. You?"

"Just finished Camille."

" La Dama de Las Camelias? " (The Lady of The Camellias?)

"I... guess? But yeah. I cried, but absolutely loved it."

"You think that Margarita did the right thing?" His arms lean on the wooden chair's arms, waiting for your reply.

"There are many questionable things she does. But if by the right thing you're meaning her giving up Armand's love so his sister could be happily married? No. I don't"

"Why not?"

"Because... She was about to die. She didn't have much time left. She should have enjoyed her love till the very end."

"Hopeless romantic, aren't you?" "I'm a sucker for tragic romances. But it actually surprises me you know the book."

"A gift, really. I'm not usually into pink novels, but gotta give Dumas some credit. Armando is such... a relatable character."

"Strong willed and quite stubborn?" Reminds me of someone."

"Ouch." "I really hated Armand towards the end though"

"He didn't know about the deal."

"Still! I don't understand that... pathological need to get revenge. He had such a fragile ego." 

"A proud man that has done almost the impossible to conquer a famous courtesan, that does little to nothing in keeping him in the shadows?"

"Hey, Marguerite spoke clearly to him ever since the begining! But he was too... possessive and impulsive."

"Last bit reminds me of someone"

He said as he poked his ear, you gasped playfully.

"At least it was a piercing and not a letter saying awful things or using a friend to make Marguerite jealous."

"I don't justify nor condone his actions, but Armando deserved the truth."

"On that we can agree. Keeping such a thing from him was terrible."

"What would you do if someone pulled a Margarita on you?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Their excuse. Some things can't be said right away or face to face because they might be too much to digest. But there are things that can be said on the spot."

His eyes twinkled in amusement as his eyes widened softly at your response.

"Still. It's not that easy"

"I never said it was. They didn't communicate properly and that's how they ended up like they did."

"Communication is key to you?"

"Of course it is!. I mean, I might not have as much experience in relationships, but nothing can't work without communication. Not even friendships."

" Cierto, cierto."  (true that) He nodded with a small smile.

"I didn't expect this"

"What exactly?"

"Having fun."

"Are you calling me a bore?"

You snorted. "No. Just... feels different. The first time felt like an obligation. I know you said it wasn't, but I couldn't help but feel like it was."

His eyebrow quirked. 

"And this one feels different. It's fun."

"You looked out of yourself, yesterday. It was odd."

"Odd?"

"You're usually all... like that." He gestured at your clothes, "Pretty. Perfect." It was your turn to frown and cast away your eyes from him.

"I hate that word, y'know?"

"Pretty?"

"Perfect."

"Why?"

"You'd have to tell me something really personal too in exchange."

His eyebrows rose in surprise. You sensed an impending tension so you broke it, clearning your throat. "But I think we've shared enough for today."

He nodded, and you smiled softly.

"Thanks for your concern though. Ready to go?"

"Sure."

"Wait. I'll pay for my-"

His hands stopped yours and he shook his head. " Déjame ." (Allow me.)

"What?"

"You really need to start learning spanish."

"Seems so."

"Consider this my apology."

"B-But you gave me macarons yesterday"

"Still, it seems like a last minute idea for an apology. This is better"

A soft blush crept your cheeks and you couldn't help but nod. "Really appreciated." 

-----

You had gotten a little muffin box for Hobie and his mom, and another one for yourself.

You walked next to Miguel, silence stretched between you both but this time it wasn't awkward or discomfiting, after all you had spoken, it seemed only right. It was comforting even. Knowing a bit more of himself surely offered a new perspective on what made him Miguel.

Your thoughts however were interrupted by your name being called, both couldn't help but turn at the source.

A man, late twenties, athletic looking, kind face with short and styled to a side hair and a mild stubble approached you with a bedazzling smile.

Miguel instantly turned his spectator mode on, and let everything unfold before him.

You held the muffin boxes in one hand as the mystery man hugged you.

"Simon!" Your voice seemed more surprised than anything, as you hugged the young and attractive man with a little fondness plastered in your face.

"Look at you! So... different."

Miguel cringed inwardly as he stepped away from the both, but the hazel eyes from the young man stared at him.

"Oh... didn't mean to-"

"It's fine. Really. This is Miguel O'Hara."

"Friend." Miguel mumbled as he stretched his hand a bit rougher than intended.

"Right. Simon Morvan." He let his hand go

"Thought you'd stay abroad."

"Oh that... heh. No. Sure it was fun but I like it here better" He smiled and you returned it.

"You're staying?"

"Possibly, yeah."

"Nice."

"Mind if I get your number?"

"Sure do."

Miguel noticed that Simon input his phone number into your phone. Giving you the absolute power of a further interaction with him.

"See you then, gotta go. It was nice to see you again, cherie ."

"Same, take care, Si."

You both watched Simon go and then smiled at Miguel. He just chuckled as you made your way back to your respective cars. You gave him a mango muffin and went home. You gave Hobie the little box and greeted his mom in the process. ----

"Thanks for today, it was fun. Sorry for the sudden interruption, though"

Phone rested on your cheek, body tucked under the sheets as you both talked.

" It was interesting seeing you interact with someone else ."

"You say it like you and Hobie are my only friends."

" Isn't that the truth?" He chuckle and you groaned, mildly annoyed

"You're mean. But yeah. It's true. Didn't know you thought of me as a friend."

" And that is?"

"Good. I'm glad to know you think I am reliable."

" You are, guapa."

"Damn, just remembered, might as well start re-learning french."

" How come?"

"Simon is French"

" No mames, qué cliché " (No fucking way, how cliché)

"I certainly understood the last thing, don't be rude!"

" Spanish first, French later.""In order of arrival."

" Spanish first, trust me."

He pressed and you nodded with a yawn.

"Okay, okay. Goodnight, Miguel"

" Descansa, hermosa." (rest well)

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #t writes✨ #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n

[otomehoneyybearr]

Act 12

Episode 7: A Name's Meaning

Working w/ Maybelle Lace

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate. Pink: Flashback Blue: Characters are acting

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

Izumi: Akashi, could you soften the lighting in the last scene a bit more?

Akashi: Softer...

Izumi: Yup, That looks good!

Izumi: Also, Sakuya, could you adjust your gaze towards the light at the end?

Sakuya: Roger that!

Izumi: Alright, let’s wrap it up for today. Everyone should get an early night's rest in preparation for tomorrow's dress rehearsal.

Sakuya: ...

Sakyo: Let's close the theater now.

Sakuya: Oh, sorry!

Sakyo: ...

Sakuya: (Huh? I wonder if Sakyo is going to stay longer in the theater.)

Sakyo: Tickets for the premiere of the live broadcast are selling rapidly. Several thousand people will be watching on opening day.

Sakuya: Several thousand? I can't imagine how many people that would be...

Sakyo: It’s undoubtedly a vast difference from your first play, Romeo and Julius.

Sakuya: Ahaha. It was just the two of us at that time, right?

Sakyo: We have come a long way in just three years.

Sakuya: It's all thanks to everyone.

Sakyo: That's right. You couldn't have done it alone at that time.

Sakuya: Yeah.

Sakyo: Well, your acting has changed just as much.

Sakuya: Thank you! I also don’t think I could have grown without everyone’s help.

Sakuya: ...By the way, Sakyo, have you ever gone on a solo trip before?

Sakyo: A solo trip?

Sakuya: I was talking to Izumi the other day, and lately I've been yearning to travel alone due to Saku's influence.

Sakuya: I'm thinking of giving it a try after the closing day of performances. I want to go looking for my roots like Saku.

Sakyo: Your own roots, huh...

Sakyo: Come to think of it, I learned the meaning of my name during the Yin Yang Night performance.

Sakyo: Although I wasn't traveling alone, going to Kyoto, which I had a past connection to, gave me an opportunity to reexamine myself.

Sakyo: Traveling is a good opportunity to get to know yourself, don’t ya think?

Sakuya: You mean the meaning behind one’s name, huh.. That sounds nice.

Sakyo: Your name, "Sakuya", must have a special meaning given to you by your parents.

Sakuya: I wonder...

Sakyo: You don't know what you'll find, but I hope it's a good journey for you.

Sakuya: I hope so too.

Subordinate: Mr. Amadate. I was following Kabuto's movements, but something caught my attention.

Subordinate: Tomorrow, he will take a break from regular rehearsals and attend a dress rehearsal by a theater company somewhere.

Amadate: Some theater company, huh...

Subordinate: He didn't explicitly state which theater, but Mankai Company's dress rehearsal will be held tomorrow.

Amadate: ...I see, that makes sense.

Amadate: (No matter how much they keep watch, we wouldn't be able to follow him inside the theater, where identity verification is required.)

Amadate: (This would be a great opportunity to make contact with someone from Mankai Company to avoid surveillance...)

Amadate: (I was planning on making my moves during the performance period, but I might need to adjust the schedule.)

Amadate: (There is also the possibility that Reni Kamikizaka will try something at tomorrow's board meeting.)

Amadate: Use any means necessary to disrupt the dress rehearsal and make sure the performance will be discontinued.

Amadate: Destroy them to the point that they won’t not be able to perform from there on.

Amadate: With that, we’ll push the troupe to disband in one fell swoop. The company's base building, the dormitory, must also be taken care of.

Subordinate: Yes sir.

Amadate: (Initially, I’d planned on taking my time, just like when the theater company started collapsing after Yukio Tachibana's absence, but it can’t be helped if they turn against me though.)

Amadate: (I guess I'll have to use a somewhat more aggressive approach.)

Amadate: ...Goodbye, Mankai Company.

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

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#a3! translation #a3! act addict actors #act! addict! actors! #a3! game

[allthefujoshiunite]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks..

Of course I don't mind! This is a tough question though, because the scope is too broad, so I'll list some recent ones that come to mind.

Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu): Such a talented and fun character! But the reason I love him a lot is because, contrary to the way fandom reads his character, he's quite smart and extremely perceptive. As we saw in the 3rd Gym arc, he doesn't go through training mindlessly and when asked, he was able to condense three years of his experience into useful advice in a non-forceful manner. He's the real star (together with Yamaguchi) behind Tsukishima coming to terms with effort and volleyball. Again, contrary to people that make it all about Akaashi or Kuroo. I can give a 3 hour long ppt presentation about Bokuto.

Julius Novachrono (Black Clover): I recently started reading Black Clover so I'm around chapter 200. Julius immediately became a favorite because of his glimmering eyes, childlike curiosity towards magic, and compassion towards other people. I generally like characters that are unbelievably strong but instead of going around acting big, they just... vibe. And occasionally cause problems for the authority with good intentions.

Kageyama Shigeo (Mob Psycho 100): Talking about characters who are unbelievably strong, I couldn't NOT mention Shigeo. I ugly sobbed watching the last season and it never ceases to amaze me the way One incorporates the notion of power into his works. Forever proteccccc!!!

Bocchi (Bocchi The Rock): This series was easily one of the best one, especially in terms of its visual prowess, I've watched in a long while. I love Bocchi because she's an anxious mess and a lot of the time she's running away from reality, thus dream grandoise dreams on the daily, which is... very relatable tbh. She's also extremely cool when playing the guitar.

Emilico (Shadows House): I love Emilico because, she's a smart and strong young woman, but not in ways we conventionally define "strong" or "smart". She's a quick thinker and very practical, and her strength lies in her ability to move others and create a support system where everyone can rely on others when needed. I'd like to be friends with her!

Minare Koda (Wave, Listen to Me!): I'd probably think twice before befriending her but gosh she's a ball of fire! And it was so much fun watching her fuk up a lot but manage to somehow make it through the day! Plus, people who can find stuff to talk for hours unprovoked have my respect.

Sieon (Love For Sale): This is a BL manhwa by Dal Hyeonji that I will never EVER forget and will always carry in my heart. Sieon is the older male lead who works in publishing and he's one of the most, if not THE most, well-written characters I've come across. I felt like I had a lot of similarities with him and appreciated greatly that among the generic romance stories, we got one that was able to look beyond the cliches and was able to show there are different ways to love people romantically. Another 3 hour long Ted Talk topic for me.

Mitsuya Majime (The Great Passage): The Great passage is a series that I always remember fondly and Majime is the serious (like his name) quiet and book-loving male lead. He's especially particular about words themselves and I felt like he was my spirit animal. Love him to bits.

Karlyle (Define the Relationship): Another character from a BL manhwa. I'm super fond of Karlyle because he's so tender in every way. I adore characters (and also, tbh, envy secretly)who are naive but not dumb, maybe a bit inexperienced and they take smaller steps/are timid but always work hard towards what they want and are honest to themselves about their feelings. This probably won't make sense if you haven't read the manhwa, sorry... But I just want to encourage him and pull him into a tight hug! Deserves the best!!!

Katsuki Yuri (Yuri!!! On Ice): I wrote my thoughts on his character before on my Twitter (you can read it here if you'd like) but... yeah. Another talented, sweet, lovable character that I felt lucky being a part of the series' fandom and watched it week after week together with other fans!

Honorable Mention // Higuruma (Jujutsu Kaisen): His arc was brief, but packed the biggest punch for me. His backstory and fight with Yuuji will be the arc that I'll never forget in Jujutsu Kaisen. Masterpiece.

Hope this was interesting enough! Have a nice 2023 ~

#allthefujoshiunite answers #love for sale #define the relationship #yuri on ice #jujutsu kaisen #the great passage #wave listen to me #shadows house #haikyuu #black clover #bocchi the rock! #mob psycho 100

[blood-bound]

aaa thanks!! What about your VtM OC? I'd like to hear about them, if that's okay! I'm especially intrigued about the whole Blood Bound thing,,,

IT IS ALWAYS OK TO ASK ABOUT MARK!!!!! I'm obsessed. I am so sorry it took so long to answer this. i wanted to do it properly.

If you want like, a Lot of info, here are posts I've already made about him.

General/pic: https://www.tumblr.com/quoww/702626718060560384/quoww-i-posted-this-awhile-ago-but-never?source=share

Sire info, this also mostly is about the blood bond!: https://www.tumblr.com/quoww/705312672352272384/whats-marks-relationship-with-his-sire-like?

Recent history: https://www.tumblr.com/quoww/705293137062543360/whats-mark-vela-up-to-in-more-recent-nights?

BUT i'll talk a lil more now

Mark Vela. What a guy. Before being turned, closeted introverted gay. Lucky enough to find a bf. Roman history professor, desperately trying to get tenure.

He unknowingly caught the eye of a powerful Tremere Julius who was looking for an unassuming kindred to be a spy for him in the area. Mark's writings on Roman History and Roman Occultism had attracted the attention of another vampire clan, the ventrue, who used his work to introduce members of their clan to Roman history (as they considered it their history).

Julius got another kindred (he's too important to do shit like this himself) to ghoul mark's bf and force him to spy on mark, preparing him to be turned.

Mark caught on though because the kindred got lazy/careless and had to be turned prematurely.

The Tremere, before 2007, always were blood bound to their sire, and then to the 7 (the heads of the clan). Our ST has more variation in blood bonds than in the base game. But for Mark, he basically has an artificial adoration for Julius and literally cannot disobey many of his commands.

It was so strong that he couldn't even by bothered by it much, but Julius has been happy with his work lately and recently lowered it SLIGHTLY.

Mark also has experience with bonds because he accidentelly blood bond his ghoul/ex named Sampson. They Hate It. It is almost worn off, but for a time Sampson had to do what Mark said and Mark had to be careful not to give accidental commands. On the bright side it helped Sampson overcome a drug addiction i guess?

but it made things weird between them.

Anyway Mark does a lot of things for his sire and has to send him weekly reports, but Julius helps him out a lot so thats Fine Right :)

Older/powerful kindred in the area know about his sire, who is a really powerful and important Tremere, Lord of several states, so Mark gets away with some stuff others don't, but also inherited a lot of enemies. Such as the tremere primogen in the area. Whoopsie.

Personality wise Mark is pretty classic professor. He's a lil awkward. He's not the worst at lying but not good at it either. He likes to say "Very Funny" sarcastically and "be that as it may" and "regardless". He still wears glasses even though he doesn't need to. He's bothered that other kindred don't call him Dr. Vela (last name) anymore cause they don't respect his doctorate, and one day will work to change that. He loves Sampson but isn't sure in what way and worries Sampson will resent him. He's Just Some Guy. He thinks if he never lets himself get too hungry again Everything Will be Fine and he won't ever Accidentally Murder a Random Homeless Person again (THAT WAS A BAD NIGHT). He still thinks about his first BF. He was a street racer in high school (that's the most cool thing about him). GOD. I could go on.

#mark vtm oc #TYT YTYTYT

[whumpster-fire]

Routine Surveillance, Nothing Risky (Ch 1)

After rereading Golem's Eye I really, really wanted a "Queezle Lives" fic but I couldn't find one, so I've taken it upon myself to write it. I wanted to crosspost the full chapter on here but the Tumblr post editor won't copy/paste my footnote formatting in here properly and I don't want to go through the whole thing and redo it all, so please go to AO3 for the full chapter (T rating, no archive warnings apply, canon-typical violence)

AO3 Link

Summary: Queezle survives and escapes the golem by a clever but somewhat reckless plan. This is her account of her involvement in the Golem Affair and associated incidents, with additional commentary from Bartimaeus.

Chapter 1

Queezle

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain fell in torrents – except at numerous, frequent intervals, when it was scattered into blinding sheets by a violent gust of wind as it swept up the narrow, winding London streets (for it is in London that our scene lies)…

Sorry. Couldn’t resist.[1]

[1] Bartimaeus, if you are reading this, I told you the editor wouldn’t take that out. Pay up. Also,after seeing your account of the incident where you devoted over a page and a half to describing the weather, you have no room to talk.

But it is the truth. It was indeed night – a little while after midnight, in fact – it was dark, it was very, very stormy, and it was in London. For all I knew from what I’d seen, every night in London was like this, which might have explained why my friend Bartimaeus seemed to dislike the city so much. That and all the magicians of course. Two of every djinni’s least favorite things, present in abundance.

I think it might be my fault. Not the magicians, but the rain. The first night of our assignment, I remarked that surveillance duty couldn’t be that bad. Especially not compared to a war, because Bartimaeus mentioned that he’d only agreed to it because it was better than being summoned to fight in America [2] , and some of our other colleagues, including Zeno, said they’d rather have that task. I was a little surprised Bartimaeus was nearly ambivalent about the prospect considering how the last war we were in went [3], but he has been in far more of them than me. To tell the truth I was quite curious to see London at last. It was the new magical capitol of Europe, and the heart of the empire that succeeded Prague. In hindsight, it’s no wonder London’s magicians set out to conquer far-flung locations: it gave them a reason to leave this one.

[2] If only marginally, in his words.

[3] Not to spoil anything if your history class is about to cover the rise of the British Empire, but we lost.

But our charge offered little prospects for sightseeing, and the city’s residents, human or spirit, weren’t much in evidence. Every night it poured freezing, oppressive rain without stopping, driving anyone who hadn’t been ordered to patrol the streets on pain of… well, pain (i.e. me, Bartimaeus, Zeno et al) indoors. Night 2, I pinched an umbrella from a stand by the door at the government building we were summoned in. Unfortunately, the constant wind rendered it useless, and battered the thing so badly it soon looked like the wings of an imp that’s been run over by a lorry. More unfortunately, it turned out to belong to my master’s superior, Julius Tallow. I don’t see why he was so angry: he’d ordered his own servant, Nemaides, to commandeer a new one from a shop so he himself remained dry, but nevertheless I learned the names of quite a few new punishment spells the next morning.

(see the AO3 link above for the full chapter)

#bartimaeus sequence #bartimaeus trilogy #bartseq #queezle (bartimaeus) #bartimaeus of uruk #The Golem (Bartimaeus) #my writing #fanfic

[pryotra]

What about partnering Hakuno with a servant like Achilles, Anastasia, Cu or Medb? I imagine the last one would be an absolute disaster!

I'm pretty sure, given that the Moon Cell does summon based on compatibility, Medb wouldn't work. I just can't see those two working together at all.

Achilles and Hakuno would have no issues, but I also don't see them developing the closeness that she's had with other characters. He's got no regrets, no lingering issues. He's here in his duty as a hero, and his only regrets or angers would have been the Moon Cell itself. He'd be pushing against it, trying to find a way to fulfill what he knew was his job. To protect the girl who summoned him before the Moon Cell. In the end, he might even, through sheer will, manage to pull her out of the Sea of Nothing before disappearing with a smile and a call for her to live a little now that the Moon Cell is hers to command.

Anastasia I see getting on surprisingly well, in time. At first, it's cold, Ana isn't over what happened, but she couldn't...not intervene. Not when she saw a girl lying in that pile of corpses, alone and unmourned without even the comfort of her family around her at the end. It's not until Julius that they start to really talk. Ana mentioned her family, and Hakuno asked, and somehow...the flood gates opened. Hakuno isn't a replacement for the family Ana lost. That pain is still raw and ugly, and when Gawain insults her father, Ana about explodes. At the same time, she can make a new family on the Moon Cell. And if it tries to take that family from her, it will find its core frozen.

Cu, honestly, would get on better with Rin, but he likes Hakuno well enough. He's one of the servants who flat tells his name, no weird ness, no hiding. Just him. He's there to help and fight after all. He sees no reason to be weird and ambiguous. Cu confuses Hakuno the most, since he'll be a merciless enemy to her enemies, and then turn around and call to Hakuno "Hey, we're done, lets go to the lunch room, they've got some new stuff on the menu I wanna try," and encouraging her to make friends and while he sort of flirts with Rin.

[average-guy-reviews]

The Pope's Exorcist (2023)

"Father Gabriele Amorth, chief exorcist for the Vatican, battles Satan and innocent-possessing demons. A detailed portrait of a priest who performed more than 100,000 exorcisms in his lifetime."

The rites of exorcism have been used in a large number of films over the years. Sometimes iconic, sometimes unsuccessful and often just meh...it's rare to find a film on the subject that isn't instantly forgettable. There was one last year but without looking it up I couldn't tell you the name.

This is definitely in the upper echelons of exorcism movies. I can easily see myself recalling it in time if someone asks about "Russell Crowe exorcism film.." I walked out of the screen thoroughly satisfied with the time I had spent watching, and recently that hasn't always been the case.

Russell Crowe is on fine form here as a cinematic version of a real person. Father Amorth is a person who is more than aware that mental health is an issue, and advises as appropriate when dealing with 'exorcisms'...and yet he is a man of devout faith with a firm belief that evil is real and that possessions by demons/the devil do occur. Crowe balances both sides of the character with the calm demeanour of a man that uses humour as a way to help people relax, but still takes his role in the church with the utmost seriousness. This was a solid performance for a man whose record in movies has had its ups and downs.

The family dealing with the possession, played by Peter DeSouza-Feighoney as Henry, Laurel Marsden as Amy, and Alex Essoe as Julia, are all really great to watch. They go through a lot, especially Peter as Henry, and their performances brought home the terror their situation would have to have instilled. They and Crowe are joined in their journey towards hell by Father Esquibel, played by Daniel Zovatto. A young, perhaps naive, priest who is the first to visit the family and the first to witness the possession. Zavatto plays the naivety and lack of understanding of what they face really well. He's one I know we'll see a lot more of.

The direction of Julius Avery is, for me, really well done. His choices of shots really emphasise the terror and the nature of the beast. He brings out great performances from his entire cast, and he clearly loved what he was doing in the making of this film. The cinemtaography of the whole thing was, for the most part, done really well. Some of the effects looked a little less than perfect, but they were in the minority. Overall the direction and technical aspects of the film seemed to be pretty well done.

Overall this was a film I really quite enjoyed. It's a religious horror with some real 'Oh shit' moments that I would happily go see again. Is it likely to rank with The Ecorcist for Icon status? No, but it is definitely one of the more superior exorcism movies that I've ever seen. It's getting a really solid 7.5/10 with a recommendation to horror fans to go see it, and for others to go if they feel up to seeing a decent movie.

#horror #exorcism #asmodeus #pope #catholic church #russell crowe #demons #movies #reviews #cinema #odeon

[aristocraticnightmare]

𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢: 𝟻𝟿,𝟺𝟻𝟶 𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟸: The Hundredth and Sixty-Third anniversary of my change is fast approaching again, and I couldn't be more disgusted with how much the world seems to be stagnant. Scandals, wars, politics... All of it is the same but with new faces. On the twenty-seventh day of this accursed month in the year of eighteen hundred and fifty-nine, they struck me down over misunderstandings. Two men, one a congressman of all things, mistook me for some man who'd been fooling around with their wives. He had all the anger, but none of the skill, and thus his shot left me crippled against the stump of a tree by the sidewalk. Of course, I've written this story so many times now, if anyone were to ever read these dusty old monologues of mine they'd be bored to death. A kindness, if you were to ask me. I digress; however, the men were determined that it was me who'd been disturbing the sheets of their own beds, but in all truths, I was neither loved by their women nor one of my own. I'd mostly kept to myself. Though there was one young woman I had my eye on, I'd never got the nerve to put down my pen that was writing of her, and actually speak to her. Now here I am. Eternally, thirty-six years old. Rambling to parchment. I'm just as much a catch now as I was then. Had I known I'd be seeing my last sunset, remembering the taste of my last solid meal, or losing my chance at ever knowing true peace instead of sheer loneliness and living only in shadows... I'd have told Asher no. The man swooped in before I could draw my last breath and offered me life when fear was gripping my chest at the threat of Death's cold hand finding me. I took the reprieve, and I regret it. My glasses fill with sanguine liquid, my body knows no warmth, surviving has turned me into a sophisticated demon, and I loathe it entirely. I've learned to survive without killing like I used to in my younger beginnings, when I lacked control, but now I desperately wish to feel the warmth of the sun once more. A creature of the dark longing for light. How cliché.. [[ 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ]] Name: Julius Livingstone Human Age: 36 Years Vampire Age: 163 Birthday: January 26, 1823 Eye Color: Blue ~ A Dash Of Nutmeg

#fandomless oc #fandomless roleplay #fandomless original character #role play #A Dash Of Nutmeg #rpc #tumblr roleplay #julius livingstone #tumblrrp #creative writing #black and white

[vanessa-hyde]

(TW: @bu$e mentioned)

Main: the AU that started everything-

Swapped: still working out ideas for but thinking about some protages and antags switching personality or something- still working progress

Trapped souls/showtime: my first actual AU aside the main, it was originally gonna be based off 'I'm a machine' but I wanted it to be my own thing. There are 3 main roles alive, experimented, and dead (then the animatronics). The story starts off at Hazel's birthday party where Alec has a breakdown in the back room regretting his lashout when he soon is murdered by a mysterious figure. Now with the help of the pizzaplex animatronics and some others along the way he needs to find away to restore his life but at what cost?

Behind the wall: what if the frights never met their faith and it was all staged? In this AU they show you their life behind the screen and just have fun

Pokémon: if the frights lived in the Pokémon world

SCP: if some of the frights worked or are the creatures of the SCP foundation

Minecraft: if the frights lived in the Minecraft world as different mobs

Royal: sometimes you don't need to be royalty to have your happy ending, you can be a beast or commoner too

Scrapped: (can't explain cuz don't have an idea :/)

Blacken heart: something happened at the old studio eversince Alec went missing and Hazel must now team up with some of the fellow cast who met a dark and inky fait to find her brother and get everyone out. Will they make it our alive or be trapped forever?

Wonderland: after following a strange black rabbit Hazel is now in the beautiful yet twisted parts of Wonderland and meets some new friends who look oddly familiar

Fazbear high: new day new school year As Kate, Luna, Audrey, and Ace just wanna survive.

Babysitting: the frights teens have turned into kids and the sides, Adults, and TS now need to take care of them while questioning how long the torcher will last

Alive: if the frights who were supposed to die never did, if they all never met their faith what would they be doing now?

Unfortunate: if all the frights died or never got their happy end (that's legit it :/)

Dark deception: Reed and Julius are now fighting for their lives to go back to the living world and escape the dark and twisted souls that chase them and hoping to make it back home safely

Frights house: (still planning this one out)

Past memories: years after Greg was taken in by Alice he decided to head back to the pizzaplex witch was a total wreck when he got there, he soon found sunny and asked him what happened to the place and he said ever since they left and Vanessa took over the place turned to hell as he haded him Freddy's hat then saying he made a promise no madder what happened he be his guardian. Now the two must find the others and figure out what happened to the place.

Siren:I am developing Greg's story first, he was @bu$ed and soon later found out his dad was planning to kill him. Out of fear he lived in the Ocean hoping he be safe till he got caught in a net and struggled to break free till Delilah found him.

Nightmare circus: nightmare sister location animatronics

Random AUs with no names:

1: after accidentally killing him Julius couldn't stop thinking about Reed's death as the guilt and label as murder kept dragging him down, one day after school ends he heads back to his old tech class and noticed his old remote was no longer where he had it. Confused he soon went to leave till he heard the strange scattering noise again and soon met an old friend.

2: After the events of the breaking wheel Julius now roams the empty school halls at dark till he soon meets a new pink goo partner

3: basically the replaced gang Swapped antagonist- 

Mott/Fazgoo

Alec/sea Bonnie's

Chris/Eleanor

Sarah/lonely freddy

4: guard Reed and vanny Julius

I don't mind answering questions for these-

Also my hand hurts-

#fnaf #fnaf au #fazbear fright #fazbear frights au #swapped au #trapped souls au #showtime au #behind the wall au #creator speaks #random ramble #you get the idea

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The colour of death🥀-julius novachrono

May be some spoilers ahead...!!!

it was a nice and quiet day in clover kingdom like almost every other day. the only thing that was perceived as disturbing was the stormy wind that grew more and more from hour to hour and dark clouds, from distant lands, brought with it - announcing disaster. nobody could have guessed that this auspicious day would go down in the history of clover.

(Y/n) was one of the magical knights and was accepted into the strongest and most honorable of all magical orders, the crimson lion. and so it happened that the king of magicians also became aware of her,because her magical power was to be able to create black flames, a very rare gift that was considered by many to be ominous. but julius novachrono was blown away by this elegant and threatening power. so it happened that (y/n) and julius became friends - at this point nobody could have guessed that unconditional love should develop from this initially pure friendship. (Y/n)was on her way to the city when her new group leader lady mereoleona instructed her to help the black bull and their members to help them, who were just fighting the eye of the midnight sun and not doing very well. So she got on her broom and flew, through airy winds and clouds, as quickly as possible to the battle site, which turned out to be a cave and found the elves and their leader Licht,bound and defeated leaning against the rocky wall of the cave. the other knights were very exhausted and struck by the battle, apparently the elves had been stronger than expected. but the elves and their leaders didn't seem to be doing very well either. when asta saw (y/n)he came running towards her: "oiii, (y/n)! finally reinforcements came. These damned elves were really strong - we would have really lost a hair." (Y/n) laughed encouragingly to asta: "I'm glad that nothing coarser happened to all of you. However, I don't think your prisoners will survive back to the castle. Their injuries are quite serious and they seem to be in a very bad condition! I will go healing them while you take a little break. " So she marched lightly over to the elves, who looked at her pejoratively and spitefully.

she bent down to her leader and looked at him appraisingly: "I heard your name should be called Licht. I think that suits your magic very well. You are all very badly injured and as a magical knight it is not our kind of prisoner bad to treat or to suffer unnecessarily. I will heal you. " (y/n) eyed Licht but did he did not resist her gentle touch. she gently laid her hand flat on his forehead and began to heal him with the healing magic of the black phoenix. when (y/n) was done she held out a bottle of water. however, licht did not really seem to trust her. only after a long convincing did he finally drink the water and seemed visibly relieved not to have been poisoned. whereupon (y/n) just rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, the rest of the elves didn't seem very happy that their leader was captured and so they freed all the prisoners and declared war on the kingdom and all people. her hatred was so great and satisfying it didn't seem to solve the problem. the hatred of the elves had a much deeper reason, it seemed to have solidified in them.

unfortunately your mission was a complete flop. they had prisoners but they were liberated and it was even worse that they had to admit that the elves were damned powerful and dangerous. thanks to their hatred of the people, they were capable of anything, without taking into account excessive losses. and so (y/n) had no desire to tell julius about her failure. but unfortunately there was nothing to be denied to the king of magicians and certainly not to be ignored. Even if she had also decided to skip the reporting, her beloved Julius would surely have found her somewhere and squeezed her out after her assignment. julius was a good and honorable king - shamelessly handsome - but in terms of magic he was like a little child who had been given new toys. he was always like that, and that was what (y/n) liked about him. he was just totally adorable. but she had only had these feelings recently and she wasn't sure if julius thought that too.

So (y/n)made her way to Julius' office, whether she liked it or not. once there, she was received by marx, the head of mushrooms, and further piloted to the king of magicians. Julius's office was in one of the towers of the castle and was a huge, bright but musty room full of bookshelves with magical writings and relics. when (y/n) entered the room through a large carved wooden door, she was greeted by the all too familiar smell of old books and forests mixed with the incomparable smell of Julius. Dust whirled up by the draft floated in the sun glittering through the chamber of wonder and gave everything a magical shimmer. julius sat at a large wooden desk in the middle of the room and looked up from his writings: "ahh (y/n) !nice that you have returned safely and unharmed. i was really worried. yami did however report the result of your mission ... even if it was not a victory this time, we will surely make peace with the elves and live happily ever after in the future.I know that! but now to the really important question: how do you find this light magic of the leader of the elves? I would have loved to watch this beautiful things too! ", Julius eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. (y/n) grinned at the sight of it - it was simply incorrigible. "hahaha, yes his magic was really impressive and as pure as his soul. however it could still be a problem. the elves didn't seem to be in a very peaceful mood!" julius eyes eclipsed and he felt the great burden of weighing all the people in safety, on the weight of his shoulders every day. (y/n) walked over to him and gave him a gentle hug from behind. julius sank into her embrace and enjoyed the safety of the hug. he had really worried about her and almost hurried to the cave himself to help them. Julius couldn't bear the thought without having to live with her. without her smile, her hugs and without her uniqueness. when he saw (y/n) for the first time he was enchanted by her. Julius looked up at her: "we will survive this crisis somehow, as we have survived many others. Nobody will have to die and we will find a solution." he smiled encouragingly at (y/n) and kissed the back of her hand.

that was a few weeks ago. now the kingdom of clover was facing an ominous battle that might not have been manageable. (y/n) had passed the royal knights entrance exam and was about to set off with the others. but since that day the sun had risen high over the mountains, she felt that something was wrong. she couldn't say what it was-it was just such an uncomfortable feeling that completely took over her body. so (y/n) decided to stay in the castle anyway, for all cases. And it came as it had to come. the castle was suddenly hit by a tremor and shake and parts of the main towers seemed to collapse. something terrible must have happened. (y/n) was looking out the window and did not like what she saw at all. julius was about to fight the leader of the elves, licht. suddenly the sky darkened. millions of swords of light adorned the sky, so that the whole kingdom was under attack. Julius stopped the attack with the help of his time magic, but thereby neglected his defense and protection and licht stabbed Julius with his sword of light. (y/n) could not believe what had happened and screamed-shaking. she screamed until her lungs burned and ran to Julius as fast as she could. that couldn't be. that couldn't happen. Julius was the king of magicians, the strongest among them. he couldn't be defeated just like that. (y/n) ran and fell over and over again because her eyes were covered with a veil of tears. she had to say so much to Julius - he must not just die. not before she confessed his feelings - she couldn't live without him. he was the light that brightened her everyday life. her star in the sky that shone her way at night. he just couldn't get out of her life like that - she wouldn't allow that. and so (y/n) ran as far as she could still carry her feet. when she finally reached julius it was not good for him. he was lying in a pool of blood and his blond hair was slowly taking on the red color of death. she lifted him up and gently laid his head in her lap. Julius smiled fondly at (y/n) and she stroked his cheek. he seemed to have to pull himself together and started to speak softly: "no fear (y/n)! everything will be fine, you will see. I have great confidence in the other knights. together you can make it and lead us to a longed-for peace . " she looked at him and tears rolled down her cheeks until they finally fell on julius face. "stop talking like you're about to die any moment, julius! i won't let you just leave me here alone. i know not if you ever felt the same for me, but I love you julius. I can't live without you. I can't stand that. So please stop it! ", (y/n) cried and cried and let her feelings run free. julius looked at her and raised his hand to wipe her tears away: "believe me, (y/n) , i love you too. very much. it hurts to see you unhappy.", julius sat up laboriously and kissed her with all his emotions . he lay down in her lap again and closed his eyes. he was suddenly so tired. "someday we'll see each other again, I promise, my love," julius gave her an encouraging smile, as he always did, but his last words were as quiet and thoughtful as a breath of wind. (y/n) shook him gently and called him by name. but his time in the world of the living was over and julius had fallen asleep gently. her heart was torn. Julius was dead. Deep grief overwhelmed her and she cried over Julius and howled in his chest.

——> oh myy goodness-i can’t. Thats too dramatic. I am crying.......

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